The dresser was about to reluctantly choose clothes for her, when Julie suddenly obstructed her , when saw the costume in her hands.
“What the heck are you doing?”
Julie humbly negotiated with her:, “Dear Miss Cotty, can I wear a more conservative dress? I had a cold last night, my neck doesn’t feel well now...”
The dresser glanced at the looming hickeys on her neck, and taunted her: “Are there so many mosquitoes in the mountains? Everyone else is fine, how troublesome!”
Julie pulled her aside and put a card in her pocket. “My dear Miss Cotty, you know that there’s been a lot of gossip lately about me. If I get caught by the reporters like this, I’ll drown in everyone’s saliva...”
Cotty took a look at the cash card with its golden lines, smiled and said with embarrassment: “I don’t wa
